He kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered in her ear, “I don’t want to fight anymore. Let’s go


    home.”


    “Fight? Does wanting a divorce count as fighting?’ she thought inwardly.


    When they reached the vi, Carlos got out of the car and opened the back door. He took the bags and


    helped Debbie out of the car.


    He was so considerate and careful that Debbie felt like she was a pregnant woman.


    Inside Debbie’s bedroom, Carlos pulled the wrappings off a box of lipsticks and put the Lipsticks on her


    dressing table.


    “Hey, old man, stop!” Debbie blurted out.


    Women liked shopping, and also enjoyed undoing the wrappings. Sometimes it was a game, Like how


    intact could I leave this if I just undid some corners? The struggle was real.


    Carlos was confused when she said that. ‘Why is she mad at me again?’


    When he didn’t stop, Debbie ran toward him and took the other Lipsticks away from him.


    “Aren’t these all mine? I want to take the wrappings off. So stop doing it!”


    Carlos finally got the point and couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the


    forehead and said, “Alright. Have fun then. I’m going to take a bath.


    After saying that, he let go of her and walked towards the door.


    Watching Carlos Leave, Debbie pouted and snapped, “Don’t think I’LL forgive you just because you


    apologized and got me a gift!”


    His harsh words still stung.


    Carlos turned around and his face softened.


    “I know,” he said. He knew she was a stubborn girl and would not forgive him that easily. But he


    believed that she would eventually forgive him if he treated her better. Maybe someday soon her heart


    would yield to him and she would be back to the lovely girl he used to know, the one he fell for.


    Silence nketed the room after he left. There was nothing left to say, and no one around to say it to.


    Unable to resist the siren call of the Lipsticks, Debbie sat in front of the dressing table and began to


    unpack the boxes. She took every shade out and organized the collection.


    She divided them into two piles-those she liked and those she didn’t.


    She decided to send those she didn’t like to her friends. ‘Kasie prefers bright colors while Kristina loves


    soft ones. And auntie will love this pale mauve one! Perfect!’ she thought to herself.


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    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Carlos in a long nightshirt entering her bedroom. The id


    stripes couldn’t hide the contours of his body. She put the containers of Lipstick on the table and asked,


    “May I send these to my friends?”


    Carlos’ face soured at her question.


    “You don’t like them?” he asked.


    “Don’t get me wrong. These particr ones just aren’t me. It would be a waste of money keeping


    them,” she exined.


    His face took on a more normal expression.